Li Zi stood atop the five-story building, leaning against the railing as she watched the scene below.
Everyone who had come for the Sect Competition had arrived.
The disciples with lower cultivation had been kept at the perimeter, but every one of them craned their necks to watch, brimming with excitement.
Those were the legendary members of the Devil Race!
Clutching the Hairpin, Li Zi asked the system in her mind, [Si Le has passed out. What do we do?]
The four Protectors hiding inside Ran Zirou suddenly heard a voice ring beside their ears and jumped in fright.
Whose voice was that?
The system said, [Host, the information in the book has updated. There's something strange about Si Le's identity. He even has the bloodline of the Immortal Realm. I don't know whether killing him would be good or bad.]
Without hesitation, Li Zi shouted, "Martial Uncle!"
She threw the Hairpin.
At a time like this, if they didn't kill Si Le, were they waiting for New Year?
Those four Protectors had to die too!
Their purpose in staying here was to coordinate with the million-strong Demon Army from within. Nothing good could come of letting them remain.
But the system's words left the Four Protectors stunned.
Their Demon Venerable had the bloodline of the Immortal Realm?
The Devil Race and the Immortal Realm had always been as incompatible as fire and water.
Once they conquered the Cultivation World, their million-strong Demon Army would surely break through the gates of the Immortal Realm. How wonderful it would feel to tread on the heads of those lofty Immortals.
Their noble prince surely possessed the purest bloodline of the Devil Race.
How could it possibly be tainted by an Immortal bloodline?
But the situation gave them no time to dwell on